Hrulash and Garekhen facing down some bad guy. Attempted to draw a saddle; did not go so well yet. Oh well. It’s a start. Hrulash is weilding Grandpa’s Lance, which I described recently thus: “Red steel in a teardrop shape for the head, with wings just below it, and a long black haft… And a staticky feeling around it that told him it was enchanted somehow.” I wonder who made it, and why? I think the dwarves must have made it, which means we won’t find out about it until Book 3.